Stephen kissed me in the spring,Robin in the fall,But Colin... - Sara Teasdale, The Collected Poems

"Stephen kissed me in the spring,Robin in the fall,But Colin only looked at meAnd never kissed at all.Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest,Robin’s lost in play,But the kiss in Colin’s eyesHaunts me night and day."

"It is strange how often a heart must be broken Before the years can make it wise."

"It is strange how often a heart must be broken Before the years can make it wise."